Christmas break finally came.
You convinced me to part with you.
Promised me actually.
Told me we'd see each other soon.
I believed you.
I just didn't know how we'd visit.
Then things got shaky.
My brother died.
Suicide.
Someone had the nerve to call him a fag.
I should have been there for him.
But I was too focused on something else.
You.
All throughout break there were no calls.
No texts.
Not even an e-mail.
On the last day of break there was a knock on my window.
I opened it up.
It was you.
Frostbitten.
Bruised.
Bloody.
But it was still you.
